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Note: Trying to make these chapters as long as possible so that we can get this sub-plot out of the way and get back to Brendon. Bear with me. It'll be worth it. x
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Main street. Puente Antiguo, New Mexico.
The team of Darcy, Selvig, Aaron and Jane treaded up the street towards their lab, fast approaching their destination. They were a few feet away from the entrance when a pick-up truck pulled up before them, stopped by traffic. In the back of the vehicle, Jane noticed – partially covered by a tarp – was the dark matter analysis machine from her lab.
"Hey!" she yelled, a bout of anger and a twinge of panic igniting in her, "That's my stuff!"
Sprinting now, they reached the lab a few seconds later, only to be met with the sight of a gathering of towering government SUVs parked outside, with S.H.I.E.L.D agents hauling equipment out of the workroom and loading it onto waiting vans.
Another group of agents were stripping all the equipment from inside Jane's van and carting it away, while others emerged from her trailer, arms loaded with scientific instruments and documents.
"What the hell is going on here?" an irate Jane demanded, frowning as she spun around frantically, looking from Agent to Agent, trying to gather an answer.
They ignored her.
Then, a moment later, Agent Coulson leisurely walked over to her, stealing a quick glance in the direction of Aaron, who immediately straightened up at the sight of Director Fury's right hand man. The doctor's uneasiness subsided then; he recognized that the presence of S.H.I.E.L.D personnel was most likely a result of your doing.
